Tears fall on torn pages.

It's so hard to say my feelings.

So I write them down

in notebook pages.

Some you'll never see.

Some you probably will.

It depends on its purpose;

to say something or to express inner thoughts.

I feel like I'm tearing

or I'm slowly ripping apart.

Torn between too many things

and making too many decisions.

It's all adding up

to some climactic event

where I finally explode

and my thoughts seep through.

How much longer

can I hold it all in?

I can only spill so many tears

until I start spilling words.